Waste Man

[Verse 1] When i was young people'd look at me as a waste man I was hungry and too busy making waste plans Building labels so i could one day make grands Too busy to be joining in on estate gangs Like every other ute scared ever to make stands Now with nothing to fill his day but to rate brands Of beer he drinks after he's emptied eight cans Just hanging around wherever his mate hangs Out on ends robbing boys to prove he ain't prang Forget a line of coke, now that boy takes grams Roaming the streets until his court case lands But i can't knock his P's, he makes cans In a factory, practically Had his whole life flushed down the tap with ease But a waste man's what he had to be Need a word of advice? then practice these [Hook] He's that boy who never makes plans Can't see life past his estate lands Once sniffed lines now he takes grams That's what i call a waste man Had potential to make grands Now he's running the streets with little bate gangs Locked behind bars with his fate slammed That's what i call a waste man [Verse 2] He's a waste man, a brush man The type of guy who's on the ends saying trust fam I'm making movies, man like me's got enough plans I know the man that can get me the buff grams But to him a waste man is that boy jotting Studying hard, while he's on the road side shotting Thinking he's top 'cos he rolls with a couple rotten Scummy brehs on the block, who've long since forgotten What it means, to ever think or ever have a dream Minds controlled by what they see in TV magazines Now all he thinks of is the next bag of green And his baggy jeans, there's no more sadder scene Than to see, yet another lost teen missing Out on his life, so far gone that if in A years time he hasn't changed, he'll be truely slipping Could've practice his talents but wasted his time sniffing Now he'll never blow, like a kite in a box Should've been making moves but he's lighting up rocks Fighting in blocks, robbing and taking flight from the cops Already at too high a height when it stops Once was the guy who never slips on his grammer Had dreams of living in the glits and the glamour Now he thinks of home as he sits in the slammer Had his freedom taken by two hits from a hammer [Hook] He's that boy who never makes plans Can't see life past his estate lands Once sniffed lines now he takes grams That's what i call a waste man Had potential to make grands Now he's running the streets with little bate gangs Locked behind bars with his fate slammed That's what i call a waste man [Verse 3] Skip forward two years, and he's out of prison Twenty one years old and fully doubts his vision Of achieving anything with or without precision Or determination'll work and wishes now he'd listened 'cos what he sees is he was a don back in secondary But all that respect he gained was gone the second he Was kicked out, now he's on his ones and secondly Ain't even got enough for a bus fare to Peckham seeing Them same neeks, moving with ladies Driving past him laughing as they cruise in Mercedes While he's left to bop on his two's going crazy 'cos every job he's tried for gave refuses or maybes And he knows, he's only gonna make crappy P's His only choice is to lie between jobs in Maccy D's Or back on the block, with a rake scrapping leaves While he see's, at the same time shotters stacking G's Now he's back on the ends in the hoods habitat Stress is constant and his drug habbit's back Seeing as he's surrounded by weed and avid crack Dealers around the clock, it's like the ends have him trapped And he's moving as always, back with his friends Sniffing lines of coke and back with a tens Of skunk in his boxers shotting back in the trend 'til he's caught with a bag of E and it's back to the pen [Hook] He's that boy who never makes plans Can't see life past his estate lands Once sniffed lines now he takes grams That's what i call a waste man Had potential to make grands Now he's running the streets with little bate gangs Locked behind bars with his fate slammed Now that's what i call a waste man